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Monday, May 05, 2003 |
Rob's poetry output is turning quite prodigious; I'm struggling to keep up (or perhaps I'm just lazy...could be?)
I've hopefully got more good things in the works, just need to conjure up the desire to type them.
10:59:17 PM
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I really need to start spell-checking my posts a little more closely. Strom? Only strom I've ever heard of is Thurmand, and he has nothing to do with the weather other than being older than dirt (or so it seems).
This isn't the first time I've run across this little snippet, but it's still clever:
And Jesus said unto them, "And whom do you say that I am?"
They replied, "You are the eschatological manifestation of the ground of our being, the ontological foundation of the context of our very selfhood revealed."
And Jesus replied, "What?"
I'm still not entirely sure what that means, but it's fun to puzzle over.
10:56:52 PM
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Off to work on my newspaper editing final project, my last big project of the semester (besides two tests on Wednesday, and I don't figure either of those to be particularly problematic). This will take me the large part of the afternoon, but hopefully I can stick my nose to the grindstone and get it turned in before 5 P.M.
50 percent chance of scattered severe stroms again today in B-town, but the radar and sky are all clear for the moment.
10:39:54 AM
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I admit to being a weather geek, (in addition to any number of other things) so whenever I hear of a good thunderstorm on the way my ears perk up like an old dog. (Of course, some folks say I look like an old dog all the time but, I'm inclined to disagree here.)
So I'm currently following the Indiana radar while the same system that pummeled the Kansas City area Sunday afternoon. Fortunately, the storm has weakened enough as to not contain lingering dangerous items, but just enough to make for a nice light show.
Unfortunately, though, it'll likely arrive here around 3 A.M., when I will hopefully be asleep preparing to finish my newspaper editing project tomorrow.
12:37:27 AM
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